Secret Agent Meg [open]

[hadesandback]

Characters: Megara and anyone from any ship who'd like to get backtalked meet her~
Content: Megara is wandering around the marketplace, doing a bit of sightseeing, but mostly looking for people to tell Aizen about to socialize with.
Setting: All around the makeshift town
Time: All day
Warnings: TSUNTSUN. Sass. But she'll be a heck of a lot

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It was about that time that Shinjiro, being the social butterfly that he was, got into the first spot of violence in what was sure to many while the Silvana was docked. The cook had been picking up a few things: The stalls weren't nearly enough for food stocking, but it was good enough for a few rare extras. And then the same vendor Meg had been avoiding pounced.

Now Shinjiro had finally reached his limit. The vendor had been pestering him and trying to cheep cut him for almost 15 minutes, and he had enough. His hands slammed on the wood, making things rattle.

"Eight dubloons?! What the hell!? You-" Things from there devolved into indecipherable yelling as the two men bickered.

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Meg considered not getting involved. It might be more fun to watch the ensuing spectacle, and maybe see Dibbles get what was coming to him, the creep.

But in the end, she decided to step in. She needed to meet new people, and this would be a good place to start. Striding over to the two bickering men, she leaned one elbow on Dibbles' stall. "C'mon, Dibbles, cut it out, already," she said in a pacifying tone. "Leave the guy alone. And stop trying to rip people off. Just because this isn't Kropmork doesn't mean everyone'll bite the first hook they see."

She turned to the scruffy-looking stranger. "Don't mind him," she sighed, "he does this to everyone." Play nice, remember. She was here to get to know people.

Behind her, the vendor griped at her for stealing his customers away. "Look, Dibbles, he wasn't going to buy anything, not at the prices you're trying to set. Who'd pay through the nose for a cat pie, anyway?" She scowled as the vendor protested, denying the accusations, and rolled her eyes.

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Shinjiro paused in his rant, looking over at the woman. He blinked a few times, then scowled. Not at her, but at Dibbles.

"Dibbles!? I -thought- I recognized you, you sonvabitch!" He growled, starting to leaning over the counter, only to realize that getting into a brawl might not do well for him.

"Tch. Cat is the -high- quality shit. This is probably rat..." He turned back to Meg, half-smiling, half-smirking. "He a friend of yours?"

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"I wouldn't say that," she replied, a small scowl of distaste on her face. She toyed with the end of her shawl. "Let's just say I've known him for a long time." She flat-out ignored Dibbles' protests, talking over them like they weren't there.

"I see you've had the dubious honor of sampling his creations," Meg remarked. "Kropmork?" What was it with today and running into people from Kropmork? Had the entire city migrated here for the races? Ugh, she hoped not. She wouldn't wish Kropmork on anywhere.

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He turned away, now completely ignoring Dibbles for the more interesting conversation with Meg. Sure, Gin was waiting on that sake, but that bastard could wait for a bit.

"Not born there and not there now, but yeah." His smirk calmed down to a more natural smile.

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"Looks like that whole island's turned out to watch this race," Meg commented. "You're the third person from that stinking town I've met here today, not counting Mr. Rat Meat here." She looked around the fairgrounds, a pensive expression on her face. "Wonder what this place ever did to deserve it."

She held no love for Kropmork. While she was less than pleased about the repercussions of it, Meg was glad she was off that damned island, at least.

[adiosasshole]

"Tch, even the stupidest race is worth getting off that damn rock. Are you really surprised?" His smirk turned slightly more natural, almost a smile at that. That place was a hole in the muck, but he almost considered it more of a home then his hometown.

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“Not really.” Her smile, on the other hand, was sardonic and hard. “So, what dragged you all the way out here? Don’t tell me you missed Dibbles that much,” Meg teased.

Hopefully, he wouldn’t ask her to open up about her reason for being here. Not that she didn’t have a flawless routine to launch into when questioned, but still.